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She hadn't wanted to visit the medical station, but Morgan insisted on dragging her there. "June, you've barely slept properly in forever. And you're carrying my baby right now. What if you work yourself into collapse?" Inside the medical station, Olivia was organizing the medicine cabinet. When she saw June walk in, she casually asked, "Ms. Sheffield, Ian's been out on vacation for almost a month now, right? He still hasn't come back yet?"

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

It was a start to wipe away the sun and hatred and to finally let the past go. Alpha Logan was brought up to date and he finally granted Alexa and Felix the time they wanted to talk about the war with Drakoen. He was told about Mercedes, the last white wolf alive. He never thought he would hear abot the white wolves again. He had only heard and read about them in history books. They were in the living room and his beloved sat beside him. She was holding her hand in his, publicly showing affection for her in front of their guests.

Kana knew that there is no chance of living by the next minute. "Tell me master, I'll avenge you," Kana said crying. "No." The old man showed a timid smile. "No," he repeated. "Master!!" Kana called out again. "Fullfill my last wish Kana." It was last words under the old man's last breath. Kana watches her master vanish from life. She put her finger again by the neck and feel. But it was too late. No heart beat was there. Silent, she exit the cabin. She thew a litmatch by the porch and the cabin went fired. Kana never looked again but managed to say little things before leaving.

Hello, my lovely readers Finally! Another season is done and we are entering the finale season of The Last Alpha Standing! Things have been a rollercoaster even for me. I could not believe that time flies so fast that this novel is already at its climax and down to its ending. I thank you all for your support and for reading my story.

Part 31 ||The Light|| Xander had returned and approached his friends who were in the canteen area of ​​the great hall. The Olympics are held in one of the elite schools that are so prestigious. In fact, all of its systems are international. Alice, who accidentally looked at Xander who was walking out of the hall, immediately waved her hand "Xander, here!" Gordo immediately turned his face away, and at once he chuckled disapprovingly. Especially when looking at Alice smiling back at Xander who was walking towards them. More and more anger burned in Gordo's heart.

Students crossed the sprawling courtyard in elegant black uniforms, their laughter echoing between buildings that looked older than history itself. I had spent years imagining this place. During sleepless nights, while cleaning Vanessa's room, while polishing trophies that didn't belong to me, while wondering whether my life would always remain trapped inside the Ashford estate. Yet no amount of imagination had prepared me for the real thing. It wasn't just beautiful. It felt... Alive. Power hummed through the air so naturally that every breath seemed heavier. The crisp mountain air carried the scent of pine, rain, and hundreds of wolves. Every wolf surrounding me carried confidence in the w

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.